Chapter 26

And stopped.

That was all he knew about her. She was called Isabel Bibiano Alvarez, and she was from San Sebastian. That was it. He’d never seen a picture of her. He’d never heard her voice. He knew her only fractionally more than he knew his own mother, and held her in the same low regard. After all, they had both abandoned their children. His own at eighteen months, Isabel at eighteen years.

He didn’t know which was crueller.

Dear Isabel,

My name is Erik, and I’m your son’s partner. We’ve been together for two and a half years now. We have our own house, and we’re planning on getting married someday soon. I make him laugh, he makes me sensible (sometimes) and we both make each other happy. He’s the second-best thing that ever happened to me, and it’s because of him that the absolute best thing ever happened so he occupies both spots, really.